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Sleep can seem an incidental feature of life on a long weekend in Windsor. So much to experience in so little time. And every person seen and existentialed with makes life work much more energetically after and animals and all else. And the sun itself, rising from the back of the lake, as it alhas. Bringing brilliant consequence to ~
It’s almost like a saying that everyone drives everywhere in Windsor. And while you’re there it seems like the only way at times. It’s like making a movie set in Windsor with parlays in its inner zones. It’s like Art!
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Ah to be relaxing and settling into contemplating the weekend. I don’t know if I’m becoming more of a photographer than a writer, or if it just so time consuming loading and naming and modifying the photos from journeys I am looking forward to writing about. Having loaded all I intend to for tonight, I’ll start with this one above that my mother took of Lake St Clair on one of our drives just outside the taxbase of Windsor. People say it’s all the retired mobsters and important folk of Windsor live out there, carefully removing from the parapatetic city the cream of the tax crop each year, but life is full of choices, if they don’t care about the symphony and the Art Gallery and the social services, or about the bridge legal costs or the weight of water, then why not remove the plug like that. My Mum herself is sadly baffled that they wouldn’t make it the ‘Greater Windsor Area’ or some such and actually have the means to pull it all together. Forty-eight Cambodians could live in any one of the houses out that way and subsist farm the front lawn: 
I can’t imagine what sapped sense of purpose they have living on such properties. When we watch nature films we’re constantly noting that this or that species excludes some or is cooperative and keeps everything together
Whereas humans are all about dividing it all up into absurd patterns, each individual carefully watching for their fate in time
I wonder how it would have turned out had Cambodians instead of Europeans invaded Ojibway Country. Instead of Supermalls and mansions the vast ‘winter rice’ industry and fusion cooking and who knows.
But alas it was “we” bringing our business plans and our ideas about Burma sort of thing, and inordinate love of gasoline. No export industry no computers, thats what they say.
I always have the feeling some random mass of incidental accidents deposited me into the vestibule of witness to the anxieties and absurdities along with one need hardly mention just about everyone else
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Venturing around the city for the various reasons one has one finds truly spectacular visions of the earth among the seams of the ever faltering artistic advance of Being upon minds. For instance visitting a friend on the weekend permitted photography from a high window on the western lakefront. Seemed a greyish bright-ish view at the time, but the jpegs are packed:
looking east then west
dry hives
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and the car’s self-parody
As a contrast of what the people on land do and what the lake does, it’s an intense, stark, contrast. We ourselves had reason to be in a car that day.
And yes today of course it snowed. Most entertaining.
Downsview’s so remarkable. 
